Traduction: Surama K. Le déverrouillage.
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Traduction: Surama K. Affaire classée.
Ici l'amour est joie nous sommes au centre du monde je danse pour toi la nuit jasq'a ce que le jour se leve Ici l'amour est fou tu es ma douce maladie
Meu bem, voce me da agua na boca Vestindo fantasias,tirando a roupa Molhada de suor De tanto a gente se beijar De tanto imaginar loucuras (chorus) A
Sunday is gloomy The hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the dark
We're waiting for you Come and join us now We need you with us Come and join us now Look inside your mind See the darkness creeping out I can see
Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black
Sogno un cimitero di campagna e io la all'ombra di un ciliegio in fiore senza eta per riposare un poco 2 o 300 anni giusto per capir di piu e placar gli
Written by Carter / Lewis / Seress Performed by Billy Holiday, available on the album "The Lady - Billie Holiday - Complete Collection" (Columbia Records
Beating Heart still beating for the cause Feeding Soul still feeding from the loss Aching Limbs are aching from the rush Fading You are fading from my
Beating Heart still beating for the cause Feeding Soul still feeding from the loss Aching Limbs are aching from the rush Fading You are fading
Tututu.. Ingrat tout comme ton physique Tu as grandi dans ses bras Nourrit d'elle comme une tic Jusqu'a paralyser sa voix Tu as pris tes mots dans sa
(Instrumental)
Gloomy sunday Sombre dimanche Les bras tout charges de fleurs Je suis entre dans notre chambre Le coeur las car je savais deja Que tu ne reviendrais pas
Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black
in the nameless forest of the moonlight flames from the scornful moon surrounded by shadows the trees seems so sore when the wind blows through the silent
